how the heart does suffer
the ole concave in the chest feeling
the center of the soul
pumping of energy and life…….skips a beat
an accidental cut of the flesh
the softest inner cry that only he
can hear
the protective withdrawal
hoping no-one will notice
fear of exposing the vulnerability
feeling foolish even more stupid
believing in no self-worth
spinning darkness you comfortably
submerge into
to breath
to only breath
estrange myself from thought
to sit amongst the furious trees
in my mind
flowers are unable to grow in this
storm
its so swift
not hearing any birds singing
in the blindness
congealed
stuck
inside
subconscious habits fool us all
knowing different is alien
transcending the change
changing
I don’t know how to do it
slowly the spin cycle down
relieving the over-heated engine
when the last chug has stopped
the steam turns into fluffy clouds
sensitive, refuge
the heart beats on
not rigid and scared
calmed and open
the virgin feeling is fresh
light all around
all loved in the same way
its all’s interpretation that makes
the extent of love different
celebrate
everyone celebrate
for the air we so naively inhale
what is truth
truth is change
change is never
the same
written 22 Feb 1994
by vanessa